i'd give up forever

There's something near shimmering about Selene in this light. She loves it. There's a part of her that's fascinated by Lionel, but she won't bring it up. She won't say the words out loud. Another thing that she'll keep to herself, a bit of information that she won't let go of. Her small, elastic body wags all over-- tail to nose. It's ridiculous, but then again, so is she. She's always been ridiculous. She's always been weird. It's better that way. The moonscorn's glimmering eyes rest on the cinnamon boy for a heartbeat more than she means to, but her voice doesn't waver when she speaks. "Charmed," she stops splashing for a moment, watching the boy. He could have the lead for now.


The starlit refuses to use the words in awe, as those are reserved for things like the night sky on a clear night, or the northern lights. She holds those feelings at bay for the truly spectacular things in life. This is an interest, though. Rarely is the creature this interested on things that weren't learning or exploring. Rarely, but here she is, interest holding steady. Usually things keep running in her head, a constant stream, but it's quieter than usual inside her gourd.


A prince? Selene's head quirks to the side when he brings it up, trying to stifle a snort. The concept of royalty was so foreign to her, the idea that he was being raised by someone so busy-- did they even have time for children? "It's glorious. You can see everything if you want to, or you can just do nothing at all." She grins, tongue lolling out the side of her delicate muzzle. "Early spring, when I ah--" she falters, for a moment, not wanting to bother the boy. The whole telling someone your life story thing, it tends to be offputting. Still, Selene recovers. "When I was alone for the first bit, was a little rougher. I don't keep heat in so well, but it's an adventure." She tries to make herself sound like a brave, like a buccaneer, like someone who's tough as nails. She's trying.

"What's it like to have a ho--kingdom?" The girl lets the word home die on her tongue. You see, gypsies in her past life, no one had trusted them. No one had really let them stay in one place for too long, or the girl would dare think they would have taken a more permanent camp. Still, she's trying to keep her bold posture and her confidence intact. That was the goal, right?